an untitled story about ambivalence

part 1 - the apartment

The moon floated above the street, casting a milky glow over the tilted buildings below. In the top floor of the furthest apartment to the right, the Brother tweaked his tie, staring out the window with glossy eyes.

The apartment was modern, sleek and far too big. A luscious black velvet couch sat in the centre of the room, facing a coffee table. There were no lights.

"Shall we call Mama?" The Sister was perched on the couch, her long fingers curled around a cigarette holder, wisps of smoke furling around her head like a halo. The Brother shook his head minutely.

"There's no sense in waking her," he said, "She'll figure out where we've gone soon enough."

A thin veil of rain began to fall as a black car slid up silently in front of the building. Perhaps it was meant to be a limousine but it looked more like a hearse.

"Seems a shame," the Sister whispered, "to be inside on such a nice night."

"Not for long," her Brother mumbled, "not for long..."